Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mexico and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ossler to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.